This
is my first ever fanfic! If I don't get enough reviews then I'll
just give up on this story, so if you like it, review it! If there's
not enough angst or melodrama, then tell me and I'll fix it.

The
mood in the room was somber, and it was reflected in the faces of the
three men and one woman gathered around the hospital bed. The room
had no windows, and the only sounds were those of gentle weeping, and
the soft, even beeping of the life support machine that was keeping
the man on the bed from slipping into death.

The
woman was the source of the sobbing. Her blonde hair was disheveled,
and her eyes were red from crying. The hand of the large, bald man
was resting on her shoulder, trying to still the sobs that were
wracking her slim frame. The man in the spotless white suit was
gripping the headboard of the bed so tightly that his knuckles
matched his outfit, and the last man, the one with black hair, was
gazing intently at the person on the bed, his eyes filled with guilt.

The
cold, fluorescent light of the hospital room did not flatter the body
that was lying on the cot. His skin looked as fragile as tissue
paper. His emaciated body was motionless and frail; his once lively
face now frighteningly delicate and breakable, with large bags under
his closed eyes. His red hair had been taken out of its usual
laid-back ponytail, and was fanned out across the pillow like fire
crawling from his scalp.

He
had been unconscious for three days, and the doctors didn't think
that he would wake up again.

Suddenly,
the girl spun around, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"It's
all your fault, Tseng!" She shrieked at the raven-haired man. "You
made him do this!"

"Elena,
I-" Tseng stuttered miserably.

"What
did you tell him, Tseng? Why did you let him go home alone that
night? You knew he was depressed! You knew what he might do! But you
wanted me all to yourself!"

Without
warning, she threw herself onto the bed, sobbing into the unconscious
man's chest.

"Come
back! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! Come
back! COME BACK!"

As
Rude hauled her off the inert body, she screamed at Tseng:

"You
killed him, Tseng! You killed the man I loved!"

And
then Rude dragged her outside, leaving the room as silent as before.

Rufus
stood up stiffly.

"I'm
going to see if I can try to calm her down with Rude." He said,
leaving the room.

And
then Tseng was left alone with his dying rival.

But
he's not dead yet, he thought. So
I didn't kill him...

I
didn't kill Reno.

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